Luyện nghe bài hát Incarcerated Scarfaces

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is out
It's for real though, let's politic - ditto!
We trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace scarfaces

Thug related attract millions
Fans, they understand my
Who's the kid up in the Land?
Me and the RZA connect, a fuse, you lose
Half-ass get demolished and bruised
be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin down slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which up and act chumps
Raise a generator
But yo, guess who's the black
Dough be by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars,
Word life, peace to power and my unit
Word up! to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace

Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin out
It's for real though, connect politic - ditto!
We could places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme
Real niggaz raise up, spend money, argue
But this time is for the
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in dens wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, up son, do
You want to for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, rap niggaz who fax
lyrics is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud
You like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's slang rap democracy
the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin
We beatin mics and the keys to
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit
where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, wage
But soon to get a article in
But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' down like
And the French but let me speak Italian
Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the island of
And niggaz carry gats and mad from Manhattan

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is out
It's for though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the
Word up, peace incarcerated

I do this for barber niggaz in the Plaza
asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin the projects wit big ones
elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
Upstairs, swithc a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your
the buildin
Niggas, yo they be like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on
Yo, denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
Musty funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on
On the crack spots, wrapped on my knots
You bitches who fuck on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the
Word up cousin, nigga, I it
Like a Zenith - believe it!

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is out
It's for though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the
Word up, peace scarfaces

Politic
Get in the staircases